A) Last time I checked, the head coach has the final say. I'm pretty sure he can give the call to run the ball. He has the power to dictate the team's strategy; it's a total cop out to put the blame solely on the OC.

B) This team was good enough to make the playoffs this year. I'll start worrying about next season when this one is over.

He needs to go. He talks about how bad the passing game is one week, and yet still goes back to it for every big moment the next. When is he going to learn to keep the ball on the ground? Passing on first and goal was inexcusable.

Four years ago at the Kentucky Derby. We had been up all night drinking, and after we got to the track, I had to shit... badly. I knew it was going to be messy, and the lines to the porta potties were too long for me to wait. I gave everyone in front of my a dollar to let me skip ahead, and promised them that I only had to do a #1. When I finally got in, I found myself in the most disgusting porta potty in existence. Piss and shit everywhere. It didn't mater; this had to happen. I hovered and did my business as quickly as possible. As expected, it was the consistency of clay. And that's when i realized the trouble I was in. Every single roll of toilet paper was soaked in piss. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. I cannot adequately describe the amount of panic I felt at this time. How could you ever be prepared for this situation? I had to pull up my pants and walk to food vendor to grab as many napkins as possible, then find a dark corner where I could wipe. I lost a pair of underwear that day.

TL:DR Bring some toilet paper with you if you ever go to the Kentucky Derby

Ignore anyone that suggests boiling the brats. Let them marinate in a beer and onion mixture overnight, then add the entire mixture to a large pot. Let it simmer for no longer than 20 min, if the cases burst you're going to be upset. Then grill the brats on low heat until they brown. Serve with the onions, kraut, and mustard; never ketchup.